The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-10-13
"Let us hasteI

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"COME LET Us HASTEN ~
"But my master will be angry and
your little feet will be weary. VANS
feet will not tire. Let him go alone.
He would go through seas of fire for
the young master and for you."
"lIush! have written to the doc
tor. lie will not be angry. A human
life is at stake. Have you forgotten
any thing?"
Nothing, my lady. 1 have bottle
of whisky in my pocket"
The next morning the Russian doctor
found in the breakfast room note to
his address containing these words:
$40 not seek n nurse for your friend. will
remain with him until all danger is over or
until he leaves this world. Ivan goes with me-
DO not chidc my secret departure. / should have
died had been held back, and know that you
would have held me back. In case like this
every minute Is precious.
"Thc pityng Mother OF God will protect him
and me. And you, dear uncle, will make him
we'll In his sicll-chumbcr hope soon TO kiss
your hand"
"GOod heavens, what will people
say!' cried Marianne, as Arnim read
her the letter. eve must never receive
her back. o what u scandal there will
bel"
"Havc no fear Of that. If Hlmar
RECEIVERS, every one will think his future
wife did u heroic deed"
His future wifc?n
Eyes, Marianne. The night before
he left llilmar confessed TO me his love
for DcSircc."
"For this child! And the silly thing
thought he wanted to make me hi:
wife. Well, 1 am glad I told her
would never accept an offer from him.
But if he dics''---
81 hope he may live. God is mcrci.
FULL will at once drive over to Grun.
fcld.n
He returned to his study and opened
his desk. lie took from box n bit Of
yellow lace, closed it tcndcrly in the
hollow of his hand-thcn pressed it tG
his eyes ii long, long time.
Dark thoughts like ill-omcncd birds
OF the night fitted around our Russian
doctor rs in his carriage he passed
over the long, solitary road to that
mountain Vnlagc-the same road over
which Dcsircc's little feet had wan
dcrcd the night before. Why must all
this happen? Why for him alone was
there no happiness, no drop Of that
elixir his heart cravcd? Had not every
human being the right to one sunbeam
If llilmar died would not this be the
natural solution Of the question? Might
not Dcsircc then turn back to him?
No longer Papillon, an inconsolablc
widowed bride; but still she would re-
,main with him, and he could love and
care for her. Ought hc to wish this?
Did not the fullillmcnt Of the wish lie
in his own hands? The slightest neg
lcct of his patient at this stage of the
disease would suffice. He shuddcrcd.
He was mortified at himself He claspcd
his hands in agony. What terrible
power over him had every feeling con-
ncctcd with the thought Of this young
girl
"Lcad us notinto tcmptation?" whis.
perrd the quivcring lips, while drops OF
anguish stood on the strong mans fore.
head. The day was bright, the birds
sang, nature wore her fcStal summer
robes. Refreshing airs strcamcd down
from the mountains, the swallows shot
past with eXhilarating cries of Joy. How
beautiful was the world! How hard it
must be for one to leave it when blcst
with the love of q Dcsircc
The widows cottage now rose before
him; the window of the sick mans
chamber was open; the lifc-giving sum-
mcr air Strcamcd in unhndcrcd.
"Papillon's hand has been busy here, :"
he thought. IIcsitating, he passed tho
threshold. The old woman limpcd to
meet him. GLOW is our paticnt?" he
asked, softly.
"Brttrr, | think, since the sweet
heart came. Poor young thing! He
knew her directly, and as she stepped to
his bed, he cried: Darling, you have
come ut last! Now shall die easily.
Lay your hand on my forchcadr She
did SO and sits there yet, sweet lambn
The doctor entered the sick chamber.
Yes, there she sat, the beloved one, pale
and weary, but with blissful light in
her eyes. Her hand rested upon the
forehead Of the sufferer, who was now
sleeping. Ivan recognized his master,
and drew stcalthily into the back
ground.
"Unclc, he called my name, he
begged me lay my hand upon his fore
hcad! whispered Dcsircc. with faint
smile. 81 have been praying for him,
and that You might come. Now that
you are here, all will be we'll"
"Ycs, my child | hope so. We will
save him with the help of God. l shall
remain until the crisis is over. We will
await it together rs on that night when
/ first met you, Papill0n."
llilmar recovered. That lou-wallcd
peasant chamber became flower
wrcathcd paradise for two happy,
united hearts. After time the pa
tient was removed to his friends house,
tho cherished place where he had first
met Dcsirce. Here in the late autumn
was celebrated quiet marriage. Imme-
diately after, the bridal pair journcycd
to the south.
Life in the yinc-wrcathcd house pass
cd quietly as if no brilliant Papillon
had ever fluttcrcd around it. The
Russian doctor dedicated himself anew
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